As soon as these words came out, Ma Rong trembled with anger, Murong He, this villain, villain......

"Hehehe, Uncle Dingyuan, Ben Hou is joking with you, don't be angry. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test "Murong He just wants to humiliate Ma Rong, and he doesn't really want Ma Rong to kneel down to him, one is that Du Yanshe and so many famous people in Qizhou are present, Murong He has to continue to pretend to be his benevolent and righteous marquis, if Ma Rong kneels down, then his disguise for so many years will be in vain, and the second is that Dingyuan Bofu has deep roots and is also quite famous in Qizhou, if he tears his face with Ma Rong and loses both, Murong He will not get any benefits.

"The Marquis of Jiyang is magnanimous and well-deserved." Murong He is no longer the Murong He of the past, and Ma Rong realized this, so he had to bow his head and become sincerely afraid.

Du Yanshe approached the railing, and Su He also walked over, a waiter with filial piety, "Sir, what do you think of this threshold spring?" ”

In front of him, a clear spring continued to gush out from the ground, rolling up two or three feet of snow, Du Yanshe looked at it and was amazed, and immediately wrote a poem, "The spiritual spring cleanses away the filthy gas, and the three caves burst out with several feet of snow." ”

Good poetry!

Everyone present touched their palms because they heard Mr. Du's famous sentences, and Su He, the son of the world, also stroked his palms, but he stroked his palms, not because of Du Yanshe's poems, but because he saw that the Qizhou celebrities and students around Du Yanshe supported Du Yanshe so much, he was overjoyed, those people supported Mr. Du, then, as a disciple of Mr. Du, they would inevitably support him.

"Come on, write down the poem that Mr. just chanted, and compile the "Qizhou Mansion Chronicles" in the future, but this poem of Mr. must not be missing." Su He mouthed a gentleman, in order to let everyone present know that Su He, the son of King Qi, was the descendant disciple of Mr. Du of Du Yanshe, and Mr. Du was high-spirited, so as a disciple of Mr. Du, he would never be far behind.

"That's right, how can "Qizhou Mansion Chronicles" be without Mr. Du."

"The prince is thoughtful."

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Su He's construction attracted a burst of praise, and Su He became more and more proud.

Du Yanshe has a good face, and when he heard this, he was naturally coaxed by Su He to be happy, chasing fame and fortune in the world, some people are for power and glory, and some people are for fame and fame, and Du Yanshe belongs to the latter.

"Du Gongzi." A few young sons approached Du Changfeng and began to talk to Du Changfeng about strange things in Qizhou, wanting to slap Du Changfeng, but Du Changfeng was gentle and polite to them, and he also had a modest smile on his face, neither offending them, nor showing that he was too alienated.

This group of young sons suddenly felt bored, they were talking dryly, and Du Gongzi's face still did not change, is this simply looking down on them.

"Heh... Is Mr. Du's son very remarkable, to put it bluntly, isn't he the son of a teaching gentleman, what is there to be proud of. A son of a prestigious family scolded quietly.

Du Changfeng didn't hear it, he looked at this clear water, his calm eyes seemed to be faintly mixed with a little gloomy, and the hand behind his back was also clenched tightly, just a little bit, he couldn't help but scold, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately he endured.

Murong Qingran is a little madman, and he bites anyone he sees......

In his mind, what Murong Qingluan had said to him suddenly appeared, Du Changfeng was inexplicably stunned, and said a little angrily, that rude little girl, what is there to envy, he doesn't envy her.